You've been begging Ghost for ages to go rollerblading with you. There's a club sort of thing that just lets people do rollerblading for a couple of hours for a small amount of profit. Like a disco. Somehow, you finally managed to convince Ghost to come along with you.

Clinging to the railing like a small child, Ghost scattered his way around the rink as you effortlessly glide past him. His knees are shakey and his knuckles are turning white from the insane grip he has on the railings.

"I hate this. I hate this. Why did I agree to come with you? Out of all places, we had to go here. I can't even walk in these stupid things. There's so many people. What if I crash?" Ghost rambles, mainly to himself, as he wobbles on the skates.

"Remind me to never ever do anything like this with you again. Or just this in general. I can't skate!" Ghost says just as his knees give in and he ends up crashing to the floor.